Lazybones

I am years behind in sewing, doodling, and wood-burning gifts.  I wish I was exaggerating when I use the measure of years, but, alas, it's true.

At least I made Zeke a shirt on his birthday.  He wanted another tractor shirt, as he's fast outgrowing last year's birthday shirt, until he spied and immediately coveted a robot shirt in Aidan's drawer.  Forty pieces of fabric later, he, too, has a robot shirt, and it's even cooler than Aidan's.  (Thank goodness Aidan doesn't care.  These days he's happier wearing nothing, anyway.)